A/n- I'm truly sorry that I'm a little later than usual on updating. I had a doctor's appointment to get a cast of my hand after I had surgery last month. Thanks so much for the reviews, they keep me going.
What it meant to me will
Eventually be a memory of a time
When I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
In the end; Linkin Park
Rose's POV
I stared down at my parchment, trying to finish this sentence. I looked back at my Potion's book and all the words started to flow together. I groaned with frustration and threw my book across the common room for the third time this evening. I summoned it back and continued to try. I couldn't understand Potions, as it was my hardest class to master. After minutes later, my anger got the best of me and I threw it again. This time it was caught before it could hit the wall.
"I know you hate me, but is it necessary to throw a book at me when I enter the common room?" Malfoy asked, tossing my book back.
"Sorry, I wasn't aiming at you," I replied, rubbing my eyes. "I was just getting frustrated with Potions."
"I see why you never did Potions in the library," he noted. "You're having troubles in Potions?"
I rolled my eyes. "No, I'm just throwing my book for shits and giggles," I replied sarcastically.
"Get a tutor," he suggested.
"I can't. Everyone expects me to be as brainy as my mother. My pride's on the line if I ask for help," I looked down sheepishly, suddenly finding my hand very interesting.
"What are you going to do after Hogwarts?" he asked, finally sitting down, realizing it was going to take more than a suggestion to persuade me.
"Healer," I responded.
"You're going to need Potions for that job course," he noted.
"Don't you think I already know that," I answered, irritably.
"Sometimes, not living up to expectations is better than aiming too high," he said. He got up and made his way to his room. It was the first time we spoke without yelling and arguing with each other. It might be the start to a nice friendship.
"Malfoy," I called, before he had time to shut his door. "Thanks. I'm going to bring Al here so he can help me, if that's alright."
"Fine, just as long as it isn't your other annoying family members," he replied. "I swear Al and Lily are the only two I can stomach to be around."
I let his comment go and hurried out the common room. I made my way to the hall, knowing that I was late for dinner. Instead of taking my usual seat, I walked over to the Slytherin table where Al and Lily were sitting.
"Hey, Al, I need your help," I whisper to him. "I'm struggling in Potions."
"I thought that was your best subject," he replied, stuffing mash potatoes in his mouth.
"No, I've always struggled in it. I just don't understand it," I sat down, grabbing a plate of food while I was here. "Can you help me?"
"Fine, let me finish eating," he replied, fixing his eyes on desert. "Where are we meeting?" he asked in between bites.
"Head's common room," I said. We finished up and headed back to my common room. Al tried, he really did, but I just couldn't get what he was trying to say. Damn him for being so good at Potions without trying.
"Oi, do you two mind? I can't do my homework with a yelling match out here," Malfoy demanded, standing in his doorway.
"She can't repeat a simple word," Al cried out in frustration.
"It's not as easy as it seems," I shot Al a glare.
"Potter, get out our common room. I'll help her myself," Malfoy said. He went back in his room and came back out holding his Potions book. "Don't think I'm doing this for you. I'm tired of hearing you two yell at each other."
"Sorry, now you see why I don't ask anyone for help," I replied, flipping to the page we were on in class.
"You should've known not to say Potter for anything, much less help in his best subject," Malfoy retorted. "Now what is the main ingredient of Draught of the Living Dead?"
It went on like this for hours. I understood more of Potions than I ever had before. With Malfoy's help, I finished the essay and stretched. "Thanks for your help," I said politely, gathering my stuff.
"You're lucky that I have a free period first thing tomorrow. But you owe me," he said, taking his book and retreating to his bedroom.
I glanced up at the clock. It read way past one in the morning. I rubbed my eyes and made my way to my bedroom. I curled up in my bed and was out before my head hit the pillow. I was woken up by the buzzing of the alarm clock, sitting on my side table. I gathered my uniform and took a quick shower, hoping to wake myself up.
The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. I returned to my common room after each period and started to work on the pile of homework that seemed to be never ending. I made my way down to Quidditch practice, my broom in tow. I was keeper, like I always played growing up, unless Roxanne was sick. Then Hugo would take my place and I would help Lily out with the blugders.
Most of the family played Quidditch, except Molly and Lucy, who couldn't stand to be dirty. It was our last practice before the Ravenclaw verses Gryffindor game this Saturday. I have to admit that I'm deadly afraid of flying, like mum, but after I saved that first goal, that adrenaline would kick in and I'm unstoppable.
After practice, I made my way to the changing room. I washed away the dirt, mud, and sweat and put a fresh set of clothes on. I headed towards the castle. I got in the common room and Malfoy stood at the door. "Patrol time," he said as I entered.
"Okay," I replied, putting my broom away. I exited the common room and we started our patrol. It was silent like usual, and we didn't find very many people out. We caught a few snogging couples in the broom closets, and took points off before sending them on their ways.
It was quiet awkward to find my cousin, Al, and Jocelyn snogging. "Jocelyn, Al," I announced in disbelief.
"Oh, hi there Red," Jocelyn turned a bright shade of red. Al looked pleased with himself.
Malfoy spoke first, "You both know the rules. Five points from both Slytherin and Ravenclaw."
"Oh come on, Malfoy," Al groaned.
I would've never thought Malfoy would take his head position so seriously. "Do you want to make it ten? If not, you better hurry up and go," Malfoy retorted.
A/n- So, Malfoy isn't a complete ass, and does take something seriously. You'll find out what Malfoy wants Rose to do for him tutoring her. I also do realize that this chapter is very short, compared to my other ones. It will be longer next time. Reviews make my day better :)
Ravenclaw vs. Gryffindor match next chapter. A little brother/sister rivalry ;)
